In these dark days, man tends to look for little shafts of lightthat spill from Heaven. My days are probably darker than yoursand I need, my God I do, all the light I can get. But I am adecent fellow and I do not want to be mean and selfish aboutwhat little brightness is shed upon me from time to time. So Ipropose to share with you a tiny flash that has illuminated mysombre life and tell you that God has given me a new Turkishcolleague whose card tells me that he is called Mustapha Kunt.We all feel like that, Reggie, now and then, especially when springis upon us, but few of us would care to put it on our cards. It takesa Turk to do that.